Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
…it’s just something she likes me to do from time to time.
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| Strictly speaking, that’s probably against school rules. I mean, it’s not as if the chalk’s her property, after all. |
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| It’s up to you whether you sign of course – and feel free to take your time. She can always do you after lunch, if you can hold out that long. Not a problem. |
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| Thank you. Ahhh. |
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| That sounds very fair. |
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| Glad to be of service. It’s the highlight of my month, actually. |
It’s what she says when my hand’s been doing a bit too much lovin’. I just say ‘Yes Ma’am’.
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| The beautiful Mistress Mina Thorne, whose dungeon I’m sure is entirely free of creepy-crawlies. Except her clients, obviously. |
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| Perhaps these things should come with instructions. |
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| Sounds like a win-win. |
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| Actually it arrived two days ago. Come on – you have to tell her sooner or later. If she calls the couriers and finds out, she’s going to be very cross. |
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| That’s very considerate of her, isn’t it? They’re not all heartless bitches, the ladies featured on this site, you know. |
There’s been a lot of news lately about the need for men always to seek a woman’s consent before any sexual activity. And I think that’s exactly right. If she says no – that’s it. You’ll just have to wait until next month.
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| Finally found something you’re good at! Well done. |
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| The selection process is quite rigorous. Some don’t survive. But there’s plenty of them, so that’s really not a problem. |
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| Well, if being told off and humiliated by an attractive lady in a sharp business suit doesn’t take his mind off sexy things, I don’t know what will! |
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| They’re more kind of… snaily, if you know what I mean. You don’t? Oh. Well – kind of like a cockroach that’s been squished under a boot most of the day – and I expect you know how bad that tastes! |
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| Awww… sweet. |
It’s the best sort.
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| It’s the personal touch that counts. |
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| Summer on the roof, winter in the cellar…and you get to see how she lives in the rest of the house twice a year, when you go up or down. |
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| It’s worth taking the time to get these things right. |
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| Don’t worry – you won’t have the apartment to yourself for long. It’s not like you’re her only slave. |
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| One form of castration is much the same as another, I reckon. Just get on with it – that’s what I say. |
I don’t really have much of a managerial role in our relationship, actually, so I don’t know too much about that. This is what I know about:
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| It’s not easy being newlyweds – so many things to learn about how to live together. Thank goodness for whips, eh? Oh – and for some tips about marriage? Try Servitor’s seven secrets series. You’ll never see marriage in the same way again. |
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| No indeed. He’s only got one left, and he’d hate to lose it. |
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| Now I want you to know that Mistress Eleise, who features so beautifully in this image, would never really use a coathanger as a sound. Not unless it was strictly necessary, anyway. |
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| Why do I imagine that what they decide to do about it will also involve beating…? |
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| It’s actually quite hard doing open-heart surgery when you’re having an orgasm. Fortunately, it’s only a man they’re operating on. |
But by ‘ecstasy’ I mean extremes of pleasure, OK? This blog does not do drugs. Nothing here but good wholesome stuff like torture, castration, toilet slavery and forced bisexual blowjobs.
And not all at the same time, obviously. That would be ridiculous.
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| Oh dear. Still, it’s only 24 hours, isn’t it? How bad could it be? Is there anyone out there (apart from weird vanilla or male-dom types) who does not recognise Mistress Sidonia von Bork? Wonderful name, wonderful lady. |
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| Realism in session – it can be over-rated, you know. |
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| Nice tits. Nice cattle prod. Can’t have one without the other. |
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| He should go down on her knees to her. Like he did when he proposed. Or whenever he needs to use the bank card. |
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| Yeah…well, that’s actually true. |
Mr Carter?
Oh – you prefer “Billie”? OK – hi Billie.
I don’t know if you remember me? I’m your anaesthetist.
Anaesthetist. Do you know what an anaesthetist is?
No? Well – do you remember before you went to sleep? You were on a trolley, and you went off to surgery? Big room… lots of medical equipment?
That’s right! I’m the one who talked to you just before you went to sleep!
‘The pretty one’? Oh, am I? That’s a nice thing to say!
Well, anyway, I just wanted to be the first to let you know, that there was a little bit of a problem, while you were asleep. I did a silly thing. I might have given you just a bit too much gas. And of the wrong sort. So –
No, not like the gas they put in balloons. Well, maybe a bit like that, but –
No, you’re not going to blow up like a balloon. These were gases that affect your brain.
Brain.
Yes, you do have a brain. Everyone has a brain. It’s where you do your thinking!
Are you? Thinking about me, and how pretty I am? What – right now? How sweet. But don’t touch yourself down there, Billie, OK? It’s not nice.
Anyway, you see, I gave you a bit too much of some of the gas. And it’s made your brain go a bit funny. You’re going to find thinking a bit harder from now on, that’s all.
Well, yes, I suppose it is still easy to think about how pretty I am. Aren’t you sweet? But do you remember what we said about not touching yourself down there? Right.
Look, anyway, I’ve got a piece of paper here, you see? It says ‘waiver’ on the top?
No, it’s not for waving. It’s for signing. You see? There – where it says ‘William Carter’. That’s where you sign your name.
Yes, I know you can’t remember how to sign. But if you take the pen – no, other way round, that’s right – and then put the pointy end onto the paper, there might be some residual autonomic motor functions, that –
Well, never mind what all that means, Billie, just SIGN THE FUCKING DOCUMENT!
That’s good. Very good. Oh thank God for that.
Oh – don’t cry. I’m sorry I got cross, OK?
Let me just put this document somewhere very safe.
Listen, Billie, I think it’s probably best if you don’t go home on your own, OK?
Really? Oh. It’s worse than I thought. Yes, well if you can’t remember where it is, I suppose it’s even more important that you go and live somewhere else.
I was thinking… would you like to come and live with me? And my friend Julie. You could help clean up around the apartment, and maybe –
Is she as pretty as me? Well, I suppose she is. She’s quite a lot taller than me… and very strong. But she doesn’t like men very much, so perhaps at first you should be a bit careful around her.
Billie! What did we say about touching yourself down there? If you do that again, I’ll be really cross, and I’ll…um…
What’s that? Don’t mumble!
‘Smack your bottom’? Well, yes, I probably will smack your bottom. So don’t do it, OK? Or I’ll smack your bottom. Really hard.
I think I’m going to get something to stop you touching it, unless I say so, all right? That’ll help a bit with Julie, too.
So – do you want to come and live with me and Julie? That’s great. In that case, you just need to sign another document –
– here –
oh clever you! You remembered to use the pointy end!
I think you’ll be very happy living with us. As long as you do everything you’re told, OK? Or else, I’ll have to –
– that’s right! Smack your bottom! And –
err…, no Julie probably won’t smack your bottom. Well, I dunno, she might. But she’d probably do something much worse. Really, you do not want to annoy Julie. OK? She can get very cross, and I think she might hurt you if she does.
And Julie might be annoyed at first about you coming to live with us. But I’ll talk to her about it, OK? It was my fault you got so much of the gas that stops you thinking, so I thought I should take responsibility. And if you stay in my apartment all the time, maybe no one will ask any questions about you either. I think Julie will understand.
Hmm? Well, I’m not surprised you don’t understand. Not after that dose. It’s surprising you have any functioning brain cells left. (Sigh) Well, don’t worry. I’m going to be doing all your thinking for you from now, OK? You just have to do everything I say.
Right, come on then. I think we can just go right away – my car’s in the parking lot downstairs.
No, you don’t need any special clothes. Your gown’s fine.
Oh yes, don’t worry about that. I’ll say goodbye to the nurses for you, OK? Actually, it’s a bit of a secret you’re coming to live with me! Isn’t that exciting? Can you keep a secret? Great. Well, just don’t say anything to anyone on the way out, OK?
Then once you’re in my apartment, I’ll make sure you can’t accidentally wander off and get lost, OK?
I don’t know – some sort of leash, I expect.
Come on.
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| Welcome home, Billie |
True on so many levels.
I hope you had a good Christmas. I don’t know whether I did or not, as I wrote this post and ‘scheduled’ it weeks in advance.
In any case, the real Servitor was long ago laid off and the caption-writing outsourced to Bangladesh, where teams of underpaid workers assemble femdom-themed attempts at erotica and wit using cast-offs from other, more interesting, sites. Sad, but true – like everything else on this blog.
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| Don’t worry if you can’t fill it. Just ask one of the other men standing alongside you. I’m sure they won’t mind. |
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| Boyfriends! The curse of the sissy sub’s life. Still, I suppose someone has to play the football. |
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| It’s good that she’s not letting these petty irritations affect her work. No messing about, just getting on with it. That’s the way. |
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| Ah, the majesty of the legal system. |
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| “Servitor” is nice, I’ve often thought. |
As I’d love to be…still, this blog talks about castration anyway. Quite a lot, actually.
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| Sometimes, they are even the same aspect of the same place. |
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| That’s a relief. It would be a bit embarassing to have had to reply “a small cupboard” to any questions about where you spent your honeymoon. And you know her rule about always telling the truth. |
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| Oh, OK. Maybe we’re not talking about castration today, after all. Maybe we’re not talking about anything. |
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| I suspect ‘we’ will. |
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| I hope so too. |
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| She’s right, you know. If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. And in any case, a man should fear his wife, I think, don’t you? |
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| Actually, that’s a bit surprising. Because I seem to remember her saying with a giggle once that she’d heard one of her new freinds had a soundproofed rape room in his basement. Oh well… maybe that was someone else. |
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| Think fast. The tip of the whip can move at over 100 mph. |
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| We all say things we regret, from time to time. It’s part of married life. |
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| That’s a relief. Let’s hope she ticked the ‘anaesthetic’ option. She can be so forgetful. |